Rejected By My Fake Alpha Mate: A Fate Mates Forbidden Love Forced Proximity Shifter Romance (The Human Luna Series)
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Rejected By My Fake Alpha Mate: A Fate Mates Forbidden Love Forced Proximity Shifter Romance (The Human Luna Series)
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$21.99
Regular price $26.99
I signed a fake mating contract with my OCD, billionaire werewolf roommate.
The rules were simple: I help him dodge a forced pack marriage, he lets me live in his penthouse rent-free.
And absolutely no catching feelings.
Day 1: I establish boundaries. He's a neat freak who schedules his breathing; I’m a messy, curvy romance writer fresh out of a toxic breakup. We are practically two different species.
Day 30: I use him for "book research." I swear I only touched his violently chiseled abs to describe them for my novel. But his golden eyes darken, and the territorial growl vibrating in his chest warns me I’ve crossed a dangerous line.
Day 60: The lines blur. He destroys rivals in the boardroom by day, but by night, he shifts into a massive silver beast just to wrap around my thick thighs and sleep at my feet. His obsession is intoxicating.
Day 89: The illusion shatters. To "protect" me from his pack, he publicly humiliates me at the altar, declaring our mating a lie. Heartbroken and convinced I’m just a pawn, I pack my bags and run.
But you can't outrun a feral Alpha.
Day 90: He hunts me down at a public racetrack, a beast tearing through the crowds. He pins me against the stable wall, his icy control completely obliterated. "The contract is void." he snarls against my pulse, his fangs grazing my skin. "The Moon Goddess claimed you. And I'm never letting you go."
The rules were simple: I help him dodge a forced pack marriage, he lets me live in his penthouse rent-free.
And absolutely no catching feelings.
Day 1: I establish boundaries. He's a neat freak who schedules his breathing; I’m a messy, curvy romance writer fresh out of a toxic breakup. We are practically two different species.
Day 30: I use him for "book research." I swear I only touched his violently chiseled abs to describe them for my novel. But his golden eyes darken, and the territorial growl vibrating in his chest warns me I’ve crossed a dangerous line.
Day 60: The lines blur. He destroys rivals in the boardroom by day, but by night, he shifts into a massive silver beast just to wrap around my thick thighs and sleep at my feet. His obsession is intoxicating.
Day 89: The illusion shatters. To "protect" me from his pack, he publicly humiliates me at the altar, declaring our mating a lie. Heartbroken and convinced I’m just a pawn, I pack my bags and run.
But you can't outrun a feral Alpha.
Day 90: He hunts me down at a public racetrack, a beast tearing through the crowds. He pins me against the stable wall, his icy control completely obliterated. "The contract is void." he snarls against my pulse, his fangs grazing my skin. "The Moon Goddess claimed you. And I'm never letting you go."